Jerry and I
had intense conversations. He took me to his home in Brooklyn near the cemetery.
His mother was home; his twin brother Joel was not. Actually they were
originally triplets. One died. I asked Jerry what his brother did. He said,
"He's a glazier."
Pretending I knew what that was, I said, "Oh."

(Jerry
had just won the Pulitzer Prize in painting. His brother was not in the
art world.)